Our Kids

Lela (who loves music) was excited to tell me about a new song she learned in school today. I assumed it was with Teacher Aimee but when she started to sing it I began to wonder. It went like this:

I wish I was a little pot of piss
I wish I was a little pot of piss

Here I interrupted her and said, I am not sure those are the right words. She seemed a bit flustered and tried again, mind you she has never used the word piss and I don’t think she knows what a pot of piss is. She tried again and it came out the same, now she looked upset. She tried again and it came out like this:

I wish I was a hippopotamus
I wish I was a hippopotamus
I would hop and I would dive and I would jiggle and jibe (she didn’t get the ve)
Oh I wish I was a hippopotamus

I thought it was funny how she took a word that she did not know hippopotamus (we say hippo) and made it in to words that sounded like what Teacher Aimee was singing.